What's passed through these hands?
All these drugs and one night stands
So I tremble when I think of what she'd do
She'd say something like:
"You're no good
You're like the junkies in this neighbourhood"
We all need a fix, I guess I need one too
But I'm trying madly to calm these nerves
With something new
I got such heavy debt, I've got nothing left
But the daunting weight around my neck
You got the callous mouth, all your endless doubts
We spent this fifteen weeks, trying to work it out
Do think we're getting to something new?
Oh God, not another night
I'm always trying to get the details right
I remember when you told me you felt saved
When you promised you'd lay flowers on my grave
Just like they used to do
It's nothing new?
And now here I stand
With these blood soaked hands
On this sleepless night, that never ends
And these dumb songs I sing
With these dumb hopes that I cling to
Desperately wondering
Are we finally getting to something new?
Is it something new?
Are we finally to something new?